dreams
I don't usually write about my dreams. But I had two clearly-communicable ones lately:
(1) I got shot through the back. I had a moment of "oh, that's what it feels like.." and feeling around the soggy hole in my stomach. I called out to my friends and notified them that I was dying. It felt like falling, but without the wind and quickness; falling, perhaps, into a realm of dizziness and noise distortion. I was perplexed by my own self-awareness of the situation, and even my meta-awarness. I called out to my friends again, my voice getting deeper and fuzzier. I tried to pay attention to what it all was like, until I realized that this was it, really it, and I wouldn't be able to express these observaitons at any later point.
(2) I visited Moomers, where someone had replaced all of the food in the fridge with salami. I wanted a glass of iced tea, and the pitcher was full of salami cubes.
(1) I got shot through the back. I had a moment of "oh, that's what it feels like.." and feeling around the soggy hole in my stomach. I called out to my friends and notified them that I was dying. It felt like falling, but without the wind and quickness; falling, perhaps, into a realm of dizziness and noise distortion. I was perplexed by my own self-awareness of the situation, and even my meta-awarness. I called out to my friends again, my voice getting deeper and fuzzier. I tried to pay attention to what it all was like, until I realized that this was it, really it, and I wouldn't be able to express these observaitons at any later point.
(2) I visited Moomers, where someone had replaced all of the food in the fridge with salami. I wanted a glass of iced tea, and the pitcher was full of salami cubes.